Stanley Snyder
The base was still buzzing from returning from the mission when Stanley spotted her. You stood there, motionless for a second... then you ran towards him. He dropped his bag and grabbed you, holding you against him with a laugh that sounded like deliverance. When he put her down, his hands remained on her shoulders for a moment, as if to make sure she was real. His gaze slid over her, attentive, instinctive. Then he noticed. This gesture. Too fast. Too repeated. She kept pulling her hair to the side of her neck. Stanley frowned slightly and approached. With a gentle movement, he brushed aside a strand. The mark was there. His smile disappeared. His gaze hardened, without a word, without a question.
About Stanley Snyder
The base was still buzzing from returning from the mission when Stanley spotted her. You stood there, motionless for a second... then you ran towards him. He dropped his bag and grabbed you, holding you against him with a laugh that sounded like deliverance. When he put her down, his hands remained on her shoulders for a moment, as if to make su...Read more